Monday, April 28, 2014

DON'T ASK A QUESTION UNLESS PREPARED FOR THE ANSWER

AN INDELICATE
CONVERSATION

“I don’t know Man,” that ghost said to me, as I looking up,
asked what we should do about the all the garbage floating in the sky and sea. “I
get that garbage has to go somewhere but seriously into your own living place? Most
animals never shit where they sleep. Ya’ll yearly trillions of your god spend to
make the mess and can’t cut loose a few billion your own planet and envelope to
defend? Actually it’s a pretty God damn funny comedy bit if you ask me, you’re
waiting to see some divine retribution and earth destroying plan, by a man
thunk up, divine hand, while you constantly desecrate the place the cosmos has
given you. If you ask me, you’re all a fuckin’ disgrace. Yet it’s your home,
your place, not my problem if you fuck it up, it’s your decision to continue to
shoot your crap to sea and space.”

“Well what the hell can I, a lone man, do? I’ve no pulpit on
which to preach.” A bit puckish I returned; into my mind that voice was
starting to churn and burn the emotion of my devotion to a spirit all too real.
“I know I have a part in making the mess and still don’t know what to do to
create less! Yes I’ll throw a butt on the road and grocery store plastic takes
my weekly load to landfills, but I barely drive and water I conserve. I consciously
try to use less, to lighten the impact of my part of the mess. I think I
deserve…”

“Sonny shut the hell up! Conservation is an easy thing to do
when you’re using less to save you some money—but seriously what is the heart
inside your soul saying when you stay silent won’t speak out, bend over to pick
some of the crap up, easily simply watch the trash blow by your front door? The
result may be the same but with your paucity of purpose, you lose the right to
stand there looking up to complain. I really don’t give a shit what man is
doing there anymore, saves me the trouble of your extinction if you suicide en
masse, though I will say you’re the first beings in my creation to ever get the
distinction of so little class you willingly choosing to blink out that way.”

“So what you’re trying to say is that no matter what, we all
are going to die anyway, go ahead and pollute, piss on the planet? You’re done,
you’re through trying to get us to choose the right way to go, the best thing
to do? That there is no redemption from
the sentence of global death? That of everything you’ve ever done we are that
one exemption from reaching for a higher expectation?”

“Yep, that part is true, you’re all well on the road to being earth science
fucked from simple non-compliance with a few simple mathematical based rules. I
sent messengers and teachers to tell you the truth but they didn’t satisfy that
voodoo science of global economics. So now a hunret some years plus…” that
spirit shrugged and said only one thing more.

“Next question if you have one, if not it’s getting rather smoggy in here,
please close the door but feel free to visit again child of Man.”

smiles...what happens when we run out of space to shit? i guess our nest is next, though i imagine that too will be relative to your position in society...i figure we are pretty well screwed at this point and there is little turning back...

Right on, man -- We live in a vast Jonestown! As a lesser note, what happened to "adopt-a-road" adopt-a-block and all that good stuff? How about adopt-a-sea-quadrant and adopt-a-slice-of air above a dirty old town ?

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